Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Fall,
Slave,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.